Since i had been apprised by some of my readers, that the previous compilations were a bit profound , this time i have come up with a simpler piece of work. I think this is something everyone could easily associate with it. The reader can ponder over it ,according to his own thoughts and level of complexity.Every person can have his/her own interpretation.Check it out and introspect what you feel after reading it .

Confessions Of a Bewildered Mind

In cradle of the maternity ward,
i was a cipher in peace.
staring onto this world,
as a simple sinless naive.

I played those hide and seeks,
and tireless twilight games.
I toppled while lil' step sprints,
innocence giggles unrestrained.

I blossomed like a flower,
I decayed like a corpse .
I shone like a star,
I broke like a glass..

I fought like a soldier,
I died like a pawn,
I charmed like a prince,
I begged like a monk.

I healed like a priest,
I stealed like a thief .
I loved like a thirsty,
I lost like a mirage.

I hurled into the silence,
I decieved into the smiles.
I wrote from my heart,
and tore those pieces apart.

I walked down the woods,
I boozed down the pain.
I smiled down the beauty,
I cried down the rain.

I asked the questions 'Why?'

I reasoned to fool my mind,
I tasted delight and success,
and then the void 'What next ??'

Now I halt for a moment,
surprised and perplexed.
Bow my head in gratitude,
to witness so much in so less.

The journey has just begun,
I proceed forward for the unknown QUEST....!!!!!

!!!...Eternal Fragrance...!!!

!!!.. Eternal Fragrance ..!!!!

The image portrayed within
consolidated into the picture
not by the sight
but by the mind….

partly painted, partly hazy
I think it’s a clone
With a smile as long as mile
and woes as deep as an abyss

tears dropping in loneliness
are’nt awaiting shoulders anymore
it believes god is the painter..
teasing enough for me to unveil

the moment popped unplanned
but the venue was divine
closed my eyes for the prayer
they opened with a beauty pristine

time came to a standstill
distresses dumped into oblivion
breaking the nervous silence
it uttered to my comfort

so much to say I thought
and that much to listen
but the bright smiles deceptively
concealed the wrinkles of tensions..

for it left all the restraints today
And obeyed internal freedom
Inherent kid was visible clearly
after spanning an era in cages

it was a picture so delicate
meticulously to be handled
but so much faith it instilled
I wonder whether it’was a lost possession

The words shadowing smiles
Or smiles shadowing words
Sheer feeling of proximity
Swept the distances of times

The association beyond explanation
a moment without a future
just a picture was what till then
sublimated into an eternal fragrance....!!!!!

Hallucinations….!!!!!

With the sound of time
Passing my ears
is it a battle going around
or a yelling devil
holding those forbidden tears

the darkness of ages
stroked by the poignant light,
conceives animated dreams
but only to add to the illusion,
coz for her its now a routine

chocking throat beneath a ponderous mind
and pinching coarse sounds,
stupor jolted by flashing images
the wrecked dreams crying
for one moment to be real.

And there goes the pirate
The bird leading his way
Remorsed yet adamant
La-de-da the past ruins
Splashing the stains on my face.

The gestures termed juvenile
concious ignorance named inane
Now for the sake of onlooker’s satisfaction
I take a deep breath, smile
And say I am under hallucinations!!!!!!!!!

'Holi ablution' ;-) -- The colors are’nt even fading….

Holi is’nt an oblivious term to anyone residing in India. But yeah .. the mode of welcoming it , is amazingly different . So now when I am in Bangalore – the so called ‘silicon valley` of India , the onset of holi was just like any other weekend. Whereas backhome there was an exciting atmosphere for everyone, here it was a cold rather an ignorant response. But it is justified , even pongal and onam has the same mental impression for us – the south Indian men,bare chested,dressed in the typical dhoti, raising coconut blade in one hand and their ladies with silk sarees and those honeycomb like gajras , the music of shehnai playing in the background…O !! OH!! O!! sorry am deviating and being pukish now ;) , but still I don’t know what onam and pongal means … so I mean the cold response was well anticipated. So is the culture so is the place ( a beautiful one indeed ) .

Even though there was an option to sleep out the holi day , there were some mischievious plans already in store for the festival. So as soon as I woke up there was no escape from my roomie who went outside just a few moments back , for buying the so called disprin , and returned with what made my face look like a pink monkey. Just in a few moments ,the entire floor was sprinkled with colors, and our faces were painted beyond recognition. Now that was a pleasant onset . There was no looking back and all of us headed outside as a bunch of troopers , face painted blue black and all sorts ….

The whole street was normal , with everyone on their routine work . The same departmental store , the fish shop , the medical shop , even the wine shop . Everyone on the street was normal . And with our painted faces and dirty hands, we were the cynosure , as if a circus troop is out in the open. A lady was standing with her back to us, probably waiting for someone, and just for a moment as she turned ,she glared us and started running as if for her life… that was amusing …Even the stray dogs were barking and following the most alien thing they could have ever seen. Young girls started to gape out of balconies , the little kids took us as clowns,performing a promotional show, while the elderly ones thought nothing more than they usually think – a group of hooligans. But who cares…the vibrant child within was alive now…

Well there were some of our friends staying nearby and we decided to gift them this day with some real long lasting memories…;-) So as per the mischevious instincts, we bought this “pakka rang” or permanent color – the same used for dying purposes . We brushed it on our hands and wetted them with the only – NATURAL WATER …???????? No!!!! no!!!! no!!! .. I just mean the rain water stagnant on the roads…They were attacked ruthlessly by this permanent weapon.The whole atmosphere was eclectic and live with the childhood sting.

Whist moving around the city on this colorful festival , there were only a few groups with whom the tradition was graciously exchanged. But man without breakfast and any food such an ordeal was really a tiring one. Moreso it was hard to stand before my own image in the mirror. So the task at hand on returning home was scary, and cleansing out the face,before doing anything became more of an obligation.

But by this time the permanent color had done its trick. It took me half an hour of scrubbing session just to remove the color from my face --one of the most cherished possession.

But the color which was on my hands is’nt even fading . I look like a mine worker when I eat . And don’t know how I’ll hide these hands on the next working day.But whatever , it might take a week at the minimum to fade out the color but I am sure the color which this celebration has added to my bachelorhood , independence and youth is’nt going to fade soon……………………………………..!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Darkest hour before sunrise??????

Its been quite a while now since i have scribbled something in my blog. Since it was started with the awestruck interest and ambition...so the recent taunts have made me think that have i created another rotten space in this virtual webworld.??

Aah ofcourse the inactivity suggests nothing less than that . And even now when i move my fingers it may well be because that i have nothing to do either.

Well if I take a bit of liberty just for the reason that i am the author, i would not miss a chance to present an insight to my perspective too .

The phase i am going through is making me feel that all the spices and ingredients for growth are churned in a one go, as if the one who is doing it , may be almighty, is in hurry to generate a man out of a boy,who has just put a step onto manhood.

Just because i am disguisingly strong, so i abstain being specific. But the contemporary period has brought challenging situations from every aspect be it personal or professional. A gladiator standing in the center- handcuffed, being prodded by the spears from all the directions...

So when he goes forward to fight one warrior in one direction, the others come hard from the another direction,sometimes often leaving no option than being passive. Is this passiveness not reflected in the inactivity of the posts ??? ya of course alongwith the time as accomplice,as i always say, which , was more graciously accepted more towards contemplation and less towards actions.

Anyhow so this was my justification. But the things are'nt bad at all and i feel that i might have exaggerated. I have certainly discovered the importance of small things in life like planning , thinking and most of all quick action. And one thing more that everything is possible, the impossible takes a bit longer.

So Although the picture is not so rosy at present but i am deeply confident it will be ... very soon .. just because i have belief over sustained fighting and my evolution into a persistent thinker,and the fact that things are never worst , our inactivity makes them so .... so keep struggling ..upto the point when this feeling starts generating, that now enough; things are going out of control ,since it indicates end of every struggle , end of every pain ......... coz it is always DARKEST BEFORE THE SUNRISE..........